The bald one Robben, who was unwanted by the Madrid honchos dressed himself as Zidane in the Champions League to send Manchester packin’ and Bayern onto the semis. Yesterday, Sneijder also with his lone goal gave Inter their ticket. These were the men that weren’t good enough or not galactic enough to play in our club according to the standards of Tito Floren and Valdano, and now the dutch boys have the last laugh. Vaya que cagada!

Your welcome Bayern and Inter! Our gifts to you this summer have been very fruitful.

I don’t know about you but it is hard being a madridista during these moments where your eternal rival seems to be indestructible and today they reached one step further onto the Champions League final, while we cross our fingers and hold our breath that esos cules don’t win it on our soil. With every passing game my biggest nightmare may just come true and there is nothing we can do to protect our ground, our fortress. There certainly is a feeling of being helpless and powerless. Sorry to be such a Debbie Downer, but their football just puts everything into perspective and although I still believe in our chances I do think that we are still notches below the level of Barcelona, and that puts us in a major disadvantage. However, the question is after seeing el enano Messi and co. destroy Arsenal, should we in Chamartin be scared? Can this beast be dominated? I’ll leave it to you readers to answer that for yourselves. I won’t say anything as it maybe that their ‘grand’ victory has me under the weather and maybe tomorrow after fully analyzing the game with a clear head I can have a more definitive answer.

There is no consolation for this Madridista who has seen how the team has fallen out early yet again and the idea of seeing another team lift the trophy in our soil brings even more heartache. Despite still having the leadership in our league it still does not make up for the events of Wednesday’s game and the fact that all we are fighting for is the league title is an absolute disgrace. And although it probably was too much to ask of this newly formed team to reach the final, the fact that the team failed in progressing to the next round is simply a fiasco. There is just no other way to put it.

I had posted yesterday that the team needed to be humble because I did not like all that macho talk of how Madrid were going to beat the “lowly” Lyon. A true great team talks with their football and not in press conferences or interviews. All Lyon needed was for Puel to make that brilliant tactical switcheroo and Pjanic’s goal to pop our dreams and send us back to Earth. In the end, as much as it pains me to say it the better team won. Taking into account Lyon’s work in the first leg and their tremendous second half at the Bernabeu, they warrant the success. On the other hand, Madrid only showed panache in the first half while in the second they ran out of legs and ideas. I know many will say that we had plenty of chances to score, but there is no need to play these hypothetical games because the “what if” does not win you games.

In times like these where for the 6th consecutive year we are shown the exit door, people will look for someone to point the finger at, and the Madrid press have already chosen their target: Pellegrini. I will admit he did have some fault in our elimination, but we just cannot continue to chop the heads of our coaches every damn year. Pellegrini as the scapegoat will not get us anywhere and it will only temporarily hide the real problem of this team. So let’s not bring out the guillotine just yet because if anything everyone who is involved with the club in terms of those in uniform as well as those in suits have their share of responsibility.

Finally, I want to say that el Madridismo are justified a real apology from the club after this brutal blow to our season. The performances over the last couple of years have been “una lagrima” as my father would say, and has dampened our name in Europe to the point that our grief has become the joy of our adversaries. We simply don’t deserve this and neither does the illustrious history of this club and everything it represents.

Tonight is the big game and I am sorry for not having the time to write any sort of preview on what is our biggest match to date, but if you still need of a preview I suggest reading the lovely post at Los Merengues.com. Nonetheless, although we are less than two hours from the game I want to wish Los Blancos the best of luck and hopefully we will able to pull through and end this jinx that has hovered over us for the past five years. I do not think I could handle another year of being on the sideline of a tournament that has been synonomous with Madrid.

There is no doubt in my mind that this Madrid is better than Lyon, but I plead of the players to be collective and calm. There has been much talk on how we will beat Lyon and how many goals we will send pass by Lloris, but although I believe in our strengths we must not be cocky and expect Lyon to surrender to our feet because we are Real Madrid. No señores, an emblem does not win you games, rather we must prove through collective football the greatness that surrounds this club. I’ve seen this happen before, and I don’t want to trip on that same rock once again. So let’s be humble and make this one special European night!